Laura Ingalls and Raising Arizona in the same post

Once there was a pancake breakfast at Laura Ingalls Wilder's church, and Laura offered to do the dishes, because clearly she was an idiot, and also because she was friends with Ida Brown, who was the reverend's daughter. She and Ida kept washing dishes and washing dishes and washing dishes, and every time they turned around, more dishes were being brought in.

It is kind of like that with me and the amount of proofreading I got going right now. One of the people who just gave me a ton of last-minute work said, "I hate me so you don't have to!" I don't really mind, though. Sure, I've broken out in a panicky rash all over, but I'll get it done, and I need the cash.

In the meantime, won't you enjoy a photo of Tallulah in her jaunty Valentine's scarf that Marvin got her?

He keeps buying her things and yet she keeps liking me better. Just this morning I said, "Don't you love it when you wake up and Tallulah's head is on you?" And Marvin said, "I wouldn't know."

He has never woken up with Lu's head on him! Ever! I just figured the mornings her head wasn't on ME it was on HIM. But no.

Isn't it funny how pets choose their people? And it can't really be because she remembers I snatched her off the street, can it? They can't really be that logical. She could not possibly recall two years ago when I made that U-turn and swooped her puppy self up like I was Nicholas Cage and she was the Huggies.

Yes, a New England supper. Ma took a dish of baked beans and a large pumpkin pie. There was none of her food left. Ida and Laura did get some of the roast pig.
Little Joe got his name because he was the youngest of the family. And the littlest.
Barbies were just starting to come in as I was just outgrowing dolls. But I did kinda want one…but Mom didn’t like Barbies. So I didn’t get one. If I had gotten one AND it was still in pristine condition AND had the like-new box…I’d be rich! Yeah, like that would have happened.

Yes, a New England supper. Ma took a dish of baked beans and a large pumpkin pie. There was none of her food left. Ida and Laura did get some of the roast pig.
Little Joe got his name because he was the youngest of the family. And the littlest.
Barbies were just starting to come in as I was just outgrowing dolls. But I did kinda want one…but Mom didn’t like Barbies. So I didn’t get one. If I had gotten one AND it was still in pristine condition AND had the like-new box…I’d be rich! Yeah, like that would have happened.

Yes, a New England supper. Ma took a dish of baked beans and a large pumpkin pie. There was none of her food left. Ida and Laura did get some of the roast pig.
Little Joe got his name because he was the youngest of the family. And the littlest.
Barbies were just starting to come in as I was just outgrowing dolls. But I did kinda want one…but Mom didn’t like Barbies. So I didn’t get one. If I had gotten one AND it was still in pristine condition AND had the like-new box…I’d be rich! Yeah, like that would have happened.

Oh, Cosmo’s Dad, I loved Bonanza! I was just a small tyke, but my brother had the Little Joe action figure. I liked to use him as Barbie’s boyfriend instead of the effeminate Ken. Also, GI Joe was a great boyfriend for Barbie, too. The Rambo and the Cowboy instead of Ken of the bad hair and metrosexual wardrobe.

In the books, Laura and Ida did the dishes at a New England supper, not a pancake breakfast. Laura was very worried that she wouldn’t get any of the roast pig that was being served. It’s been at least ten years since I read the series, so why do I remember inane details like this?

I can see I’m going to have to Netflix “Raising Arizona.” Nicolas Cage, blech.
Simon, my Siamese cat, follows me around like I imagine a dog would. And yes, right into the bathroom and GOD FORBID I close the door, he opens it. And then explains his outrage in great detail.

I can see I’m going to have to Netflix “Raising Arizona.” Nicolas Cage, blech.
Simon, my Siamese cat, follows me around like I imagine a dog would. And yes, right into the bathroom and GOD FORBID I close the door, he opens it. And then explains his outrage in great detail.

I can see I’m going to have to Netflix “Raising Arizona.” Nicolas Cage, blech.
Simon, my Siamese cat, follows me around like I imagine a dog would. And yes, right into the bathroom and GOD FORBID I close the door, he opens it. And then explains his outrage in great detail.

She meant to say that she has not been anywhere in a dogless manner in years. I’m betting that Zali is riding with her now as she heads for the salon. Hell, he would drive if she would give him the keys.

Expatresse, Truly, truly, truly Coen Brothers at their absolute best. “Why do you say you feel ‘trapped’ in a man’s body.”
“Well, sometimes I get them menstrual cramps real hard.”
My dogs and girls smother me so much that I’m not even allowed to go to the bathroom by myself. The big dog scratches at the door, the minute I close it. I am loved too much.

I think dogs must be able to remember things like that. We rescued a dog from a park a couple of years ago, and he eventually went to live with my husband’s parents since our landlord didn’t allow dogs. But every time Nemo sees us, he gets more excited than when anyone else comes over. I’m sure the fact that we have stayed in his life helps him to remember too.
Or maybe I just imagine things. I have been listening to White Fang on audiobook (don’t ask), so I am feeling very in tune with nature and dogs right now. It gets really awkward when I start scratching behind my ear with my foot in front of company.

When our lovely Carmen ran across the street to be our dog, the people who were trying to catch her yelled angrily, “Put your damn dog on a leash!” I said, “But we don’t have a dog!” At which point, Carmen sat at my feet and gave me her left paw.
She bonded to me so completely that Terra (who REALLY wanted a dog) was ignored completely. Argh. It took two weeks, but I insisted he do everything for her. I did not look at her, touch her or feed her.
She looks at him now like she could die happy in the glow of his gaze. He hangs her moon and waxes her stars.
Me? She comes to when I’m cooking. So, Terra fibbed a bit up there, he did.

When our lovely Carmen ran across the street to be our dog, the people who were trying to catch her yelled angrily, “Put your damn dog on a leash!” I said, “But we don’t have a dog!” At which point, Carmen sat at my feet and gave me her left paw.
She bonded to me so completely that Terra (who REALLY wanted a dog) was ignored completely. Argh. It took two weeks, but I insisted he do everything for her. I did not look at her, touch her or feed her.
She looks at him now like she could die happy in the glow of his gaze. He hangs her moon and waxes her stars.
Me? She comes to when I’m cooking. So, Terra fibbed a bit up there, he did.

When our lovely Carmen ran across the street to be our dog, the people who were trying to catch her yelled angrily, “Put your damn dog on a leash!” I said, “But we don’t have a dog!” At which point, Carmen sat at my feet and gave me her left paw.
She bonded to me so completely that Terra (who REALLY wanted a dog) was ignored completely. Argh. It took two weeks, but I insisted he do everything for her. I did not look at her, touch her or feed her.
She looks at him now like she could die happy in the glow of his gaze. He hangs her moon and waxes her stars.
Me? She comes to when I’m cooking. So, Terra fibbed a bit up there, he did.

My Lucy couldn’t stand to have me out of her sight to the point where she would follow me to the bathroom and cry if I had shut the door all the way. And God forbid if she could SEE me but not get to me. She’d howl and whine and cry, even if “Daddy” was sitting right there with her.

My Chocolate Lab Coco does love me the most, but she love’s everyone else too. Even tho she love’s me the most, Im the one she listens’ to the least! Darn dog, my husband say’s she thinks she is over me in the alpha line!

I’ve been thinking about it as I do the laundry. (Yes I do have another life besides commenting on this here blog, but sadly it involves mostly laundry. I am a washerwoman.) Maybe Carin did Michael Landon in. You never know.

oh Joann…it’s great until 2am when our youngest Munroe offspring comes in blabbering about a nightmare. When I tell her to go bug her dad, she will say, “no mom, dad needs his sleep”. That is when Mr. Munroe is glad to be #2.
and yes, Hulk…it is cruel to put puppies in bags. That is my only imperfection.

Madelyn Kahn, rest her wonderful soul, in Blazing Saddles “Do we have any openings this man can fill?”
Oh, and I feed the dogs, yet they adore the Furry G betterer. Well, who wouldn’t. She is just too marvelous, too marvelous for words.

Isn’t it cruel to put puppies in bags, Perfect Jill Munroe?
And not to make light of pancreatic, or any other form of cancer, but MAN that dude cried a lot.
Woody: “Sam, is it really alright for a man to cry?”
Sam: “Absolutely not, man.”
Woody: “I didn’t think so…”

Hey Hulkie, thanks for the tip. I’ll try and think of a clever name for my blog involving laundry.
And Duffylou, your horse story made me tear up. That was so sweet.
Beautiful Jill Monroe with the perfect hair and nose, man is that not the way it is! I have 3 daughters and everyone flocks to me. I think it might be a girl thing, since all the dogs and all the kids are girls. That can be a bad thing, though, since the girls come to me for everything. I always say, “You have a father, you know.” And by the way, this dad tries to bribe with gifts and trips and being the fun dad, but somehow, it’s always me. I wish it was different. I am getting slowly smothered to death in bed. If I add one more dog to the mix, it might be the end of me.

You’re home with Talu more. Tell Marvin that is the reason. It doesn’t even have to be true, but it sounds plausible and it might make him feel better.
Both cats attached more to me, even though the ex-Mrs. Chief and her kidlet had a 6-month head start with Paris. But in this case I think it was because I played with them more and usually fed them. Although even I was second best with Paris once we got little kitten Kali Ma. He loved pretty much from the day we got her.

Mr. Munroe & I were just talking about this last night. Animals & kids are very much alike. Mr. Munroe could come home with boxes of money & bags of puppies. Who would our girls gush over? I LOVE it!
Talu looks very smart in her “please love me” scarf from Marvin.

Mr. Munroe & I were just talking about this last night. Animals & kids are very much alike. Mr. Munroe could come home with boxes of money & bags of puppies. Who would our girls gush over? I LOVE it!
Talu looks very smart in her “please love me” scarf from Marvin.

Mr. Munroe & I were just talking about this last night. Animals & kids are very much alike. Mr. Munroe could come home with boxes of money & bags of puppies. Who would our girls gush over? I LOVE it!
Talu looks very smart in her “please love me” scarf from Marvin.

All 4 dogs sleep next to my side of the bed. I am jealous of his dog har free side. They also follow me everywhere, even the bathroom. If I close the door they lay outside the bathroom and moan.
“gotta get the shots for the lockjaw and the nightvision”

pppfft…i saved my short haired grey from death’s row. who does she love love love which includes throwing herself down in front of, rolling around exposing her underside, making the most horrendous sounds? my husband.
dang cat.

“Son, you got a panty on yer head.”
That’s all. I love that movie.
Oh wait, there is more. We have two dogs, but my daughter’s rabbit? Will only come to me and snuggle with me and loves me. She scratches or runs away from everyone else. Think this has anything to do with the fact that I feed the poor critter every day? And pet her and clean her litter box? Actually, it’s the kale. She loves me because I bring her greens. Who feeds Talu?

Hulk’s new mission:
Irk Junie whenever possible. Maybe next I’ll keep calling and leaving messages while she is working…
And sorry about that punctuation mark after Charles’ name on that last post. I think I may have made him cry. Oh, and what was that show where he was an angel with the Oakland A’s fan? Oh he cried his eyes out on THAT show too…
And animals-I guess now I understand why the ex’s cat always hissed at me when I walked in the room…

I agree with Duffylou. We rescued a bulldog years ago. I didn’t want a dog. I was not a dog person, I was a cat person. But my boys wanted this dog in the worst way. So we recued him and he made himself mine. As much as i tried to shake him off, it couldn’t be done. The dog spent his remaining seven years turning me into a dog person. Bless him.

In 1988, I know the dark ages, I rescued an off the track thoroughbred that was going to be sent to slaughter. In 1989 I co-leased him when I became pregnant with my daughter. I finally sold him to my girlfriend in April 1990 when my third child was born.
My girlfriend owned him until 2006 when he went to horsey heaven.
Any time I walked any where near him he would call out to me. Even 10-15 years later if I would go in his stall he would immediately come over and rub his head on me.
My long winded point is, animals remember their saviors.

Hulk, you know how I enjoy it when I am talking about Laura and people act like the show has anything to do with her life. This is a perfect example of Call me Michael, Okay, Mike. And why am I ON HERE?

I thought Ma Ingalls did all the dishes. Didn’t she work in that Olsen’s Restaurant? When Nellie married the Jewish guy? I think Charles’ cried about that…
I think Joann should incorporate her hatred of laundry into her blog title. Your welcome, Joann…Hulk just likes to help.

Yes, Laurie, I either panic that I will never work again, or I have 308585020485 things to proofread. I never seem to just have a reasonable amount of work to do. Like, yesterday, I got an email from someone giving me a scary deadline, and while I was getting rashy over that, THREE MORE THINGS came in for me to do on my email. BING BING BING! Three emails in a row. I was all, you have got to be kidding. Because, for three weeks I had nothing. NOTHING. To do. But again. Glad to have work. My throat hurts. I am sweaty. I am rashy. I am nauseated. I ground my teeth to nubs last night. But it will get done. If Id stop rambling on here, that is.

Years ago a friend and my husband went in together on the cost of a schnauzer puppy for me. The dog liked me fine, but he loved my husband. Damn dog. I’m glad you have work now, as wasn’t it just last week you were all panicky you’d never, ever get any ding dang work again?

One of my favorite movies of all time which brought forth one of my favorite lines of all time, “You go right back up there and get me a toddler. I need a baby, Hi.”
I try to use it just like the name Dr. Cockburn, every chance I get, but it’s more than a little difficult to fit that quote into a conversation.
Dogs like the people who love them best, who take care of them, who talk to them, who take them to the vet. They also like short people. I’m not kidding.
Oh, and those dishes that keep coming and freakin coming, that’s my laundry. I’m thinking of blowing up the laundry, I’m getting so sick of it. And I am not grateful for laundry, not one bit.